That's right, that's my little princess atop her noble steed Charlie on the Weston-Super-Mare beach today. Now, seeing as though when I approached Charlie and tried to get Madam to stroke him, she then buried her face in my sleeve, so I didn't think we'd have a snowball's chance in Hell of getting her into the saddle. But once her bum was planted, and Charlie was off (at much more of a plod than a trot), she had the biggest, cheekiest grin on her face, and was quite annoyed when it was time to get off.
She also loved playing in the sand. Not too keen on it being on her bare feet, but on her hands was fine, as it was in her hair, and clothes, and mouth....Yuck.
Ooh, and she made her first sandcastle!
And then destroyed her first sandcastle...
Yup, between the sunshine, the company of her cousins and, of course, the ice cream, Madam had a great day out. Not so sure if her one cousin enjoyed being buried and stood on though...
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